GLASS CLOUD

I was born the son of the God of GodsEaten alive, saved in my father's thighTwice born to a mortal motherShot down with lightning boltsWith open eyes in the face of glory

Torn apartLimb from limbPayback is a mother f*cker

Underneath the spellOf the semi-preciousHoly God of ceremonial madnessCast into the charmOf the halfway dietyHoly God of divine ecstasy

Where is the new wine?Dying on the vineWhere is the new wine?Dying on the vine(I want roses in my garden)Where is the new wine?Dying on the vine(I want roses in my garden)Where is the new wine?Dying on the vine

I came back to the motherlandTo prove I am who they say I amThe moonstruck womenAnd elder statesmenAwait deep in the woodsWhere you say you came from